We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.

161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—